I know they'll be coming to find me soon
But I feel I'm getting used to
Being held by you
Zayn:
You had been there for 3 weeks. You were kidnapped by some gorgeous guy but the thing is his personality wasn't so gorgeous. His name was Zayn; yep the Zayn Malik heart throb straight out of Bradford. Everyone thought that Zayn was a sweetheart; they were wrong. Who in their right mind would kidnap a girl from a club; was your thoughts exactly. All over a dance. After you had got done dancing with Zayn a guy had offered to buy you a drink and of course you accepted and plus you were single. Zayn in his eyes you were already his. After the guy had bought you a drink your song came on so you started dancing with the other guy. Once you left the club not even drunk you were walking to get your car in one of those parking areas. It was a bit dark but you didn't mind. You were scrolling through Instagram when someone put a cloth around your mouth. You tried to scream but before you knew it; it was lights out for you. Snapping you out of your memory Zayn walked into the room that you both stayed in together. "Hello Pumpkin" He smiled kissing your forehead. You looked at the man who was standing in front of you; and you noticed that you were actually warming up to him. "Good Morning" You smiled up at him. He wasn't an abuser his was just obsessive of you and admired you. He actually would sometimes paint you and call you his muse. He would put his arms around you and stare in the mirror and whisper "This is something the world would hate to see" referencing you were black and he was white. Zayn was in love with you and he was secretly hoping he could get you to love him. He would often even make love to you to show you how much he cared. You stood up walking to the bathroom looking in the mirror viewing the hickeys of the previous night. You smiled to yourself but then you realized that people were out looking for you, and sooner or later they will find you and take him away. He walked into the bathroom standing behind you rubbing the hickey on your neck. You closed your eyes tilting your head back into his chest. As much as you hated to admit but you were enjoying being held captive by Zayn.
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There will be a part 2 just sayin
-ZarrysBlackDoll
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